All Chapters of Runaway Luna Rider: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Darius’s POV The pack territory felt different when I rode through the gates. Colder somehow, despite the afternoon sun. Like the land itself knew what was coming.Thomas ran toward me before I’d even dismounted, his face pale with worry. Blood covered his hands, though whether it was his or someone else’s, I couldn’t tell.“Alpha, are you okay?” His words tumbled out in a rush. “We didn’t know what Elder Morrigan did to us. We just lost consciousness and we couldn’t wake up.”“I’m fine.” The lie came automatically, though my body told a different story. Every muscle ached from the fight with Lucien, from the poison that had weakened me, from days of chaos that felt like years.“The Council of Elders has been in a rage.” Thomas kept pace as I walked toward the main hall. “They’ve been asking for you constantly. Demanding to know where you were.”I stopped, looking at my beta. My friend. “I’m ready for them.”The council hall’s doors stood open, an invitation that felt more like a sum

Sarah’s POV I collapsed on the floor of my room, my body folding in on itself like something without bones. The cold stone pressed against my cheek, but I barely felt it. Everything inside me had gone numb weeks ago, when Marcus stopped breathing in my arms. Now Lucien was gone too. Dead by his own brother’s claws. I’d loved Darius more than I’d ever loved Lucien. That truth sat in my chest like a stone I couldn’t swallow. Darius had been everything I’d wanted from the moment I first saw him, powerful, commanding, beautiful in the way alphas were beautiful. But he’d never looked at me the way I needed him to. Never saw me as a woman, only as a convenience. A surrogate. A political arrangement. Lucien had been my comfort when Darius’s indifference became too painful to bear. He’d touched me like I mattered, whispered words that made me feel wanted even if they were lies. I’d tried so hard to prove my love to Darius, to make him see me, to become the Luna he needed. But it had never

Kiera’s POV I stood in the middle of my old room, and it felt like stepping into a memory that hadn’t quite faded. Everything looked the same, yet different in ways I couldn’t articulate. The furniture occupied the exact positions I remembered. A blanket lay folded neatly on the bed, corners perfectly aligned. The faint scent of lavender still lingered in the air, mixed with dust that the maid must have wiped away earlier today.Nostalgia hit me first, followed immediately by pain sharp enough to steal my breath. Then anger. Then determination that settled into my bones like steel.I ran my fingers across the old dresser, feeling the deep scratch marks I’d made years ago. The nights I looked through the window, before I’d learned the truth about Darius and, stealing Darius’s bike. My nails had torn wood, desperate and panicked and so young I barely recognized that girl anymore.Returning here hadn’t been easy. The council meeting had drained every ounce of energy I possessed. The pac

Sarah’s POV I woke up with weight pressing on my chest like someone had placed stones there while I slept. My eyes opened to familiar ceiling cracks I’d memorized during countless sleepless nights, but today they felt different and accusing.Sleep had been impossible since Kiera’s return. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her walking into the council hall like she owned the place. Saw the way pack members looked at her with something like hope. Saw my entire world crumbling while she smiled.I forced myself out of bed, my body moving through morning routines on its own. As I walked through the pack house corridors, I noticed things I’d been trying to ignore. The guards stared at me differently now. Some avoided eye contact entirely, suddenly finding the walls fascinating when I passed. Others watched me with something that looked like suspicion, like they were waiting for me to do something wrong.They no longer saw me as Luna. They saw me as temporary. A placeholder waiting to be r

Kiera’s POV The guards came for me when the sky was still dark, that gray space before dawn when the world felt suspended between night and day. They didn’t speak beyond telling me the council was ready. No pleasantries, or reassurances. Just cold voices that made my stomach clench.I dressed quickly in clothes that would hold up against branches and rough terrain. My hands moved through the motions automatically while my mind stayed focused on the room where Eli slept. I checked on him one last time before leaving. He was curled under his blanket, holding the fabric tightly against his chest. His face looked peaceful in sleep, innocent and trusting.I stood there watching him, memorizing the way he looked in that moment. I didn’t want to leave. Every instinct screamed to stay, to protect him, to forget about trials and councils and Luna positions. But I had no choice. This was the only way to secure his future, to give him the protection he needed.I walked out before my resolve cou